Chapter 97

Before long, it was Wednesday again. Xia Yunjie sat in the outpatient clinic of the Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) department at Jiangzhou University's First Affiliated Hospital, holding a book in his hands, with a cup of tea on the table, looking very relaxed.

It was hard not to be relaxed. Dr. Xia's clinic, and even the entrance to the clinic, were completely empty. In contrast, other clinics were bustling with people coming and going, especially the expert clinics, which had long queues.

This was Xia Yunjie's third time sitting in the TCM clinic at Jiangzhou University's First Affiliated Hospital. The first two times, he had not had a single patient, breaking the hospital's record since its establishment. Fortunately, Xia Yunjie only came once a week, and most people in the hospital barely knew him. Otherwise, with his record-breaking clinic performance, it would have been hard for him to remain unknown.

However, Xia Yunjie was clearly used to such a clinic setting. He was so relaxed that he had the air of Jiang Taigong fishing, waiting for those who were willing to take the bait.

While Dr. Xia was leisurely holding a book, in the old professors' building of Jiangzhou University, Feng Wenbo was solemnly taking the pulse of an elderly man.

The elderly man was none other than Huang Lao, who had come to Jiangnan seeking a glimmer of hope for his survival.

After a long time, Feng Wenbo finally released his hand, but his face showed surprise and doubt, and he did not speak.

"Huang Lao, what exactly is wrong with my father? Is there any way to treat it?" Seeing that Feng Wenbo had not spoken for a long time, Huang Xiangyi could not help but ask.

"Huang Lao's pulse is very peculiar, neither floating nor sinking, steady and strong, not like that of a sick person. However, there are occasional very slight tremors, as if something is attached to Huang Lao's bloodstream." Seeing Huang Xiangyi's question, Feng Wenbo hesitated for a moment before finally speaking.

Huang Lao was infected with a parasite, a fact known to both Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo, and Huang Xiangyi also knew. However, as a Western medicine doctor, she did not believe it, considering it a baseless claim. Therefore, both Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo could not help but show a look of surprise and admiration, while Huang Xiangyi frowned and said, "How is that possible? We have done a detailed physical examination for my father!"

Her words implied that she did not believe Feng Wenbo's diagnosis.

However, before Huang Xiangyi's words had even finished, Huang Lao had already stood up and slightly bowed, saying, "Dr. Feng, you are indeed as renowned as your reputation. Do you have any way to treat my strange illness?"

Seeing that her father actually believed Feng Wenbo, Huang Xiangyi opened her mouth but then closed it again.

Huang Lao was her father and also an old leader of the Republic. Since he had already stood up and spoken, even as his daughter, she could not easily interject.

"My medical skills are limited, please forgive my inability to help." Feng Wenbo said apologetically.

Hearing this, disappointment flashed in Huang Lao's eyes, but he quickly became resigned.

If his strange illness were so easy to treat, it would not have lasted until now. Feng Wenbo's ability to identify the problem already made him a highly skilled doctor, as even the experts in the capital had not been able to diagnose it.

"Dr. Feng, you are too modest. It is actually my wishful thinking." Huang Lao sighed.

Hearing this, Feng Wenbo hesitated for a moment and then said cautiously, "I know a highly skilled doctor. Please wait a moment, I will make a call to ask if he can help."

"Since that's the case, invite him to help with the diagnosis." Huang Xiangyi said, somewhat dissatisfied.

It was understandable why Huang Xiangyi was dissatisfied. Her father was one of the few remaining founding heroes of the Republic. If Feng Wenbo thought the doctor was highly skilled, he should have directly asked him to come for the diagnosis, rather than just making a call. Could that person's status be higher than her father's?

Feng Wenbo's face showed difficulty when he heard this. He naturally knew Huang Lao's prestigious status and respected him as a revolutionary hero. Otherwise, he would not have even mentioned making a call. After all, the person he was referring to was the master of the Wuxian Sect, whose status was also extremely high among the disciples of the Wuxian Sect. As a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, he could not擅自 decide to have the master make a house call.

"Xiangyi, you need to change your attitude. Dr. Feng, please don't listen to my daughter. I'll trouble you to make the call first." Seeing Feng Wenbo's difficulty, Huang Lao scolded Huang Xiangyi and then said kindly to Feng Wenbo. However, in his heart, he did not really have much hope.

"It's fine, it's fine. I'll make the call now. Please excuse me for a moment, Huang Lao and everyone else." Feng Wenbo felt relieved that Huang Lao was speaking up for him. Otherwise, if Huang Lao had agreed with his daughter, Feng Wenbo would have been in a difficult situation. After all, Huang Lao's status was extraordinary, and once he spoke, a university professor like Feng Wenbo could not easily refuse.

With that, Feng Wenbo bowed to Huang Lao and then went upstairs to his study.

When Feng Wenbo called Xia Yunjie, he was bored and reading a book. After sitting for half a day, he still had no patients, and Xia Yunjie was already considering whether to come again next week. After all, occupying a toilet without using it was a waste of resources!

"Uncle, it's me, Feng Wenbo." After the call connected, Feng Wenbo respectfully said.

"Is there something?" Xia Yunjie asked straightforwardly. He knew that Feng Wenbo would not call him lightly if it were not important.

"Today, a very special patient came to my house..." Feng Wenbo told Xia Yunjie the whole story.

When Xia Yunjie was young, he had watched many anti-Japanese war dramas and had seen many of Huang Lao's heroic stories. He had always admired this national hero. Now that he knew Huang Lao had a strange illness and had come to Jiangzhou to see Feng Wenbo, he could not stand idly by. Without hesitation, he said, "Alright, you stay with Huang Lao. I'll come to your house personally."

In Feng Wenbo's eyes, Uncle, the master, was a semi-immortal figure, but he was also a very peculiar person, not to be judged by ordinary standards. For example, he had supernatural abilities but was working in a bar. Therefore, when Feng Wenbo called, he was worried that the master might not care about Huang Lao's matter. After all, Huang Lao might be a respected and admirable person to Feng Wenbo, but to a hermit like the master, he was just an ordinary person.

Now, hearing that the master would personally come to treat Huang Lao, Feng Wenbo was overjoyed and said, "Good, good, that's great. Thank you, Uncle."

"Why are you thanking me? Huang Lao is a revolutionary hero. If I didn't know, it would be one thing, but now that I know, I should do my part. I'll be there in about ten minutes." Xia Yunjie smiled and then hung up, leaving work early and riding his bicycle to Jiangzhou University.

"Huang Lao, Xia Teacher has agreed to come and see you. He should be here in about ten minutes." Feng Wenbo came downstairs, looking pleased.

"Who is this Xia Teacher? Is he a famous doctor in Jiangnan?" Huang Xiangyi, seeing the words "agreed" and Feng Wenbo's pleased look, as if they were begging for a certain Dr. Zhang to treat her father, and that his coming was a great honor, could not help but frown and ask.

In other words, who is this Xia Teacher? I've never heard of him, yet he has such a high profile!

Huang Xiangyi's question really stumped Feng Wenbo. His uncle was not a famous doctor in Jiangnan, but if it came to medical skills, he was probably the best in all of Jiangnan.

"He is a visiting TCM doctor at our hospital, surnamed Xia, named Yunjie. You probably haven't heard of him, but his medical skills are much higher than mine." After some consideration, Feng Wenbo replied.

Huang Xiangyi had indeed never heard of Xia Yunjie. Hearing that he was just a visiting doctor at Jiangzhou University's First Affiliated Hospital, if it were not for Feng Wenbo saying his skills were much higher than his, she, as the director of the cardiovascular department at Peking Union Medical College Hospital and a national expert, would not have taken him seriously. Even so, Huang Xiangyi did not pay much attention. After all, a TCM doctor whose name she had never heard of could not be that skilled, probably just Feng Wenbo being modest.

After all, Huang Xiangyi was also a doctor. If there were doctors with skills better than Feng Wenbo, she should have heard of them.

Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo also thought that Feng Wenbo was being modest. After all, Feng Wenbo's diagnosis had already made them deeply impressed. If Feng Wenbo said Xia Yunjie was a hermit in the mountains, they might believe it, but to say he was just a doctor at Jiangzhou University's First Affiliated Hospital, they did not believe that there were doctors with skills better than Feng Wenbo at Jiangzhou University's First Affiliated Hospital.

However, the tone and expression of Feng Wenbo made Huang Lao and Qu Weiguo quite surprised and puzzled, feeling that it might not be the case.

"By the way, Dr. Feng, when I came in, I noticed a talisman on the lintel of your door. Do you believe in such things?" Surprised and puzzled, Qu Weiguo suddenly remembered the old talisman he had seen on the lintel of Feng's door and asked.

"Belief in gods and spirits exists if you believe in them, and does not if you do not. It's for peace of mind." In front of the old revolutionary, Feng Wenbo naturally did not talk about ghosts and spirits, and he explained lightly.

Qu Weiguo had only asked because the talisman, though badly damaged and the images and text on it blurred, seemed somewhat familiar. Seeing Feng Wenbo's casual response, he did not think much of it, assuming he was overthinking it.

After all, most of the Wuxian Sect members had been scattered during the war, and after liberation, they had gone through a special period of history. Many traditional cultures and ideas were severely damaged during that period, and the Wuxian Sect members, as "feudal superstition" spreaders, were brutally persecuted and suppressed. Many died, left, or went into hiding. By now, although Qu Weiguo was a disciple of the Wuxian Sect, the only fellow disciples he knew were the few people passed down from his great-grandmaster Zhuge Xuan.

"Dr. Feng, don't mind. Qu Weiguo's master was a shaman, so he got excited when he saw a talisman on the lintel of a university professor's door. But Qu Weiguo is quite skilled at drawing talismans, so perhaps he can give you one." Huang Lao interjected with a smile.

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